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On this stage I am paid to spill my guts; I won’t see home ‘til spring, I would kill for the Atlantic but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
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On this stage I am paid to spill my guts; I won’t see home ‘til spring, I would kill for the Atlantic but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing– Brand New
